“I’m not some temporary Band-Aid, Casey. And I’m definitely not some fuckboy you’re allowed to forget.” “I need to go,” I told him, pushing on his arm. “You don’t get to regret this. You don’t get to regret me. I’ll let you run tonight, but get ready for me, baby. It’s go time tomorrow. You let me taste you. There’s no ending to this story where I don’t get it all.”
